Her Daddy's Jewel (MC Daddies Book 5) Page 11
“Nah, if I was trying to seduce you, I wouldn’t be tucking you up under a blanket. Hmm, unless we were in public.”
Her mouth dropped open and she stared at him, the glass of pink gin tipping in her hand. He jumped over and grabbed hold of it, putting it on the coffee table. “Easy there.”
“In public?” she asked.
He never intended to share. Or allow anyone to see what was his. But he wasn’t opposed to some safe fun while in public.
“How . . . what . . . uh, that’s never happening.”
He raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching. “No? So say we were somewhere . . . let’s say the movies and we had our own blanket . . . ”
“Do you often take a blanket to the movies? Get cold, do you?” she teased.
The fact that she could tease while everything else was going on told him that she was starting to feel safe. And he was fucking thankful for that.
“Brat,” he mock-growled. “What if it was one of those outdoor movies? Big screen, watching one of those old movies you like.”
She sucked in a breath at that. “Be a bit cold for that, wouldn’t it?”
“You asking for a spanking?”
“Hmm, does anyone ever want a spanking?”
“Oh, I would say yes. Sometimes a spanking can be a lot of fun. You over my knee, my hand caressing your ass. I bet you like your ass touched, don’t you?”
“Jason!”
“That’s eighteen. Keep this up, baby and you won’t be able to sit by the time I get through with you.”
“Wait, are you saying that eighteen is . . .”
“Every time you say Jason instead of my name, is a smack to your ass.”
“You wouldn’t!”
He raised an eyebrow at her.
“Oh Lord, you so would. Pervert.”
“Only for you. Now, what was I talking about? Hmm, being naughty in public. An outdoor movie. I’ve just fed you dinner, strawberries and chocolate, and chicken salad sandwiches.”
So all her favorite things. The look she gave him made him shrug. He wouldn’t apologize for learning everything that she liked.
“We’re sitting on a picnic blanket. With this blanket right here tucked over us.”
“This hotel might not like you stealing their blanket.”
“Oh, that’s not the hotel’s blanket,” he told her as he grabbed his beer and sat beside her.
“It’s not? You got the butler to get it?”
“No, I picked it up a while ago for you. Saw it in a shop, knew you liked that color and soft things so I got it.” He could feel his cheeks reddening slightly.
She ran her hand over it. “You keep surprising me.”
“That a good thing?”
“So far it is. Thank you for my blanket.”
“You’re welcome, baby. Pass me your drink.”
She handed it over without a word. Unusual. However, he was under no illusions that she’d always be this compliant. No doubt once she was feeling better, she’d be challenging him often.
And he looked forward to that. He set it down on the coffee table.
He grabbed her feet then turned her sideways so she was lying on her back on the sofa. He started massaging her feet.
“Oh God. That’s fucking heaven.”
He had to laugh. “Like that, do you?”
“Getting a massage is one of my favorite things.” She raised her head to look up at him. “But then I guess you’d know that.”
He nodded unrepentantly. “Along with shopping, getting your nails done, and collecting lipsticks. How many lipsticks do you have?”
“Too many to count,” she muttered.
He’d bought her a few more. But he’d give them to her later. This wasn’t the time for gifts, beyond the blanket. He continued to massage her feet. “Now where were we? Oh yes, we were sneaking in some touching under the blanket because you can’t resist me.”
“I can’t resist you?”
“Yep. It’s my magnetic pull.”
“Hmm, where is this magnetic pull?” She pretended to look for it.
“Obviously, it’s invisible. But you feel it.”
“I do, huh?”
“Seen the way you check out my ass.”
“Ahh, so this magnetic pull comes out your ass. Weird.”
He glowered down at her, pretending to be upset. Secretly, he loved the way she grinned back. This is the way she should always look. Even though he could still see the note of worry in her eyes. That wouldn’t go until she knew her son was safe.
“It doesn’t just come out of my ass, brat. Now, where was I?”
“I think you were talking about how I can’t resist your butt magnetism.”
He started tickling her feet and she squealed, trying to kick out at him. He stopped, not wanting to risk her hitting something vital.
“Right, I might pull you between my open legs, have you sit with your back to my chest. The blanket and darkness will hide what I’m doing to you. Although you will have to stay quiet. Which I know is difficult for you.”
“It is not!”
He just grunted. She groaned as he ran his thumb along the arch of her foot.
“Yeah, that’s the sort of sounds you’d make as I played with your nipples. But then everyone around us would realize that you were being naughty under the blanket.”
“You’re the one touching me.”
“After you begged me. It’s embarrassing really, how you can’t resist my sexy ass.”
“I’ll try to contain myself better,” she said dryly.
“That would be appreciated. I do have other things to do. I can’t spend all day every day satisfying your needs. Now, after I’ve had to tell you off for making noises while I’m playing with your nipples, I’ll move my hand down your stomach then pull your skirt up your thigh.”
“I’m wearing a skirt?”
“Yep, a skirt with no panties. You’re a naughty little thing. I’ll punish you at home for that.”
“What? Why!”
“Because I can.” He grinned down at her. “I think wearing a butt plug in the corner for ten minutes will be a nice reminder.”
“That is not happening.”
“Isn’t it?” He’d noticed the way she was brushing her thighs together; her breath had grown faster. She was turned on. He wouldn’t be making any moves yet, not until she was ready. Her past trauma ensured that he would go at her pace. Didn’t mean he wouldn’t tease her a bit.
He didn’t want her thinking that he didn’t want her.
“I’ll start circling your clit with my finger, which will make you whimper, of course.”
“Of course.”
“I might need to get something to put in your mouth to stop you making too much noise. I don’t want anyone knowing what I’m doing to you.”
“And what would that be?”
“Hmm, if I had to improvise, maybe my thumb. You could rest your head back on my chest, your nipples hard, your legs spread over mine as I toyed with your clit meanwhile you were sucking on my thumb like your life depended on it.”
“Fuck me,” she muttered, clearly not expecting him to hear.
Not in public. But if she enjoyed the risqué feeling of nearly getting caught or having people close by, he could maybe do that.
If he could guarantee her safety. He wouldn’t be getting caught with his pants down. Literally.
“Then I’d circle your clit, lightly at first. Gradually it would grow faster. You’d shift around, because you’re a wriggler—”
“Hey, how do you know that?”
“Just a good guess. I’d have to hold you close as I brought you closer and closer to orgasm. Then I might stop.”
“Why?”
“Oh, because likely you’d been naughty and broken the rules.”
“Jason!”
“That’s nineteen. I’m going to have to start writing this down.”
His phone buzzed and he picked it up. “Sampson is outside
your son’s house. He spotted him through the window. Hasn’t seen anyone else around.”
“Oh thank God.” The relief that filled her face made his heart ache for her. He wasn’t a father, but he knew what it was like to have someone you loved in danger.
Slowly, he brought her up onto his lap. He expected some resistance so he was shocked as she wrapped herself around him and kissed his cheek.
“Thank you. Thank you so much. Oh God. Is it really over?”
“It’s over, baby girl. Maxwell is locked up. Your son is being watched over. There’s no one to hurt you or be hurt. You’re safe. Everyone is safe.”
She was shaking so hard he was concerned for her. Gathering her close, he rocked her gently, rubbing his hand up and down her back. It took him a moment to realize that his T-shirt was growing wet under her face.
Fuck!
She was crying?
“Baby girl, it’s all right. You’re safe. Fuck. Shit. Hell.” He didn’t like seeing her cry. Didn’t want her upset. Logically he knew this was likely a good thing. She held things inside her, not letting them out. She pretended everything was fine, stuck a smile on her face, and got on with shit, but the things she’d been through . . . they would have broken a lesser person.
“Sorry. Sorry.”
“No, it’s okay. You let it all out, my baby. Give them all to me. I’m here. You can fall. I’m here.”
He didn’t know how long he sat there until he felt her relax. Then her soft snores filled the room.
Damn, that was adorable. He rested back against the sofa and drew the blanket over them both as she curled up on his chest. He wouldn’t sleep, but he was content to sit here and let her sleep as long as she needed to.
11
Jewel stared at his hands as he changed gears in his truck. It was slightly beat-up, it had looked out of place in the hotel parking lot among all the other expensive vehicles.
But that was Jason. He didn’t seem to give a shit what other people thought or did. He went his own way.
She wasn’t sure if it was his magnetism or something else, but she liked watching him. And she enjoyed touching him even more.
But to wake up curled on his lap with her pussy practically grinding on his cock, drool drying on her chin, looking like a complete wreck . . .
Not her finest moment.
She was feeling kind of raw. Like all her nerve endings had been scraped and were right there, unprotected. She hated it. She needed to build her shields back up. But around him, that seemed impossible. He kept her on edge.
“I should text Reyes and Sunny.” She tensed. She knew they’d be worried, but she wasn’t ready for their questions.
“Already done. You’re worrying too much.”
“No, I’m not.”
He didn’t reply and she shifted in her seat. She’d expected an argument.
“You need the toilet?”
She froze. “Uh, no.”
“You need something to occupy your hands?”
She looked down to see that she’d been twisting them in her top. A top that he’d bought her. In fact, it seemed like he had a whole suitcase filled with things for her. His stuff had all gone in a small duffel. While hers was a surprisingly heavy teal suitcase. She’d gotten a slap on the ass and a stern scolding for trying to pick it up. She’d had to protest that, of course. She couldn’t let him get away with thinking that she enjoyed him smacking her ass or bossing her around.
But of course, she’d be kind of devastated if he stopped. Those slaps to her ass awakened something in her body. She’d fantasized about a dominant man at one time in her life. Someone she could let go with. Just be herself without the thousand worries that came with being an adult.
“Umm, no.”
“Sure? I could find something.” He turned his head and winked at her.
“Jason!”
“Twenty.” He shook his head. “Baby, you’re really racking those up.”
She could feel the heat entering her cheeks as she imagined going over his knee. She’d never thought of him as being that sort of guy, he’d seemed too laidback. Was that why she’d never made a move, despite being attracted to him? That thought kind of shamed her. She’d totally judged him.
“What’s wrong? Are you still upset about the drooling?”
She groaned, smacking her forehead with the palm of her hand. “Can we never mention the drooling again?”
“Why? I thought it was cute. So was the snoring.”
“I do not snore!”
“You definitely snore.”
“Uh-uh, take it back.”
“Or what?”
“Or . . . or . . . I’ll paint your nails bright pink while you sleep.”
“I think bright pink would be a good color for me. Although good luck with that since I’m a light sleeper.”
She folded her arms over her chest. “I only drooled and snored because I’m so tired.”
“I know, baby. You can have a nap when we get to the house.”
They were on their way to Jason’s family home. Apparently, his brothers and sister all lived there with his mother. Which sounded a bit odd to her, but also sweet. His dad died years ago.
Nerves flooded her. “I don’t need a nap.” She couldn’t just arrive at their house then go to bed. What would they think of her? What were they going to think of her anyway? A stranger turning up. A stranger who had caused them all sorts of problems.
Suddenly, a large hand engulfed hers. “Stop stressing.”
“It’s not that easy.”
“Sure, it is. Tell me what’s wrong.”
She barked out a laugh. “What isn’t wrong?”
“You and I aren’t wrong.”
She sucked in a breath. “Jason . . . “
“Twenty-one. You’re going to say my name eventually. Then I’ll know you’re mine.”
“I’m not sure I’m in a good headspace to be yours,” she said quietly. Even though she wanted that. But what could she offer him right now?
“Then we’ll wait until you’re in that headspace,” he replied.
“You’d wait for me?”
“Wait forever for you. Waited this long, what’s a few more hours?”
“Jason!”
“Twenty-two.” He winked at her. “Or days, weeks, months. I can wait. What I can’t do is step away from you. I’d really prefer you come live with me. Give you your own room. With a lock, if you need it. But I don’t like you in that apartment on your own.”
She didn’t feel like the idea of going back to her apartment either. It used to feel like home, but now it had been tainted by Maxwell. She was worried if she went back there, all she’d remembered was being scared. But to move in with him, that seemed a big step.
“Jewel, wanted you from the first moment I saw you. I haven’t been with another woman since. Haven’t even looked at them. It’s all you.”
“But what if I have some terrible habit that only becomes apparent when I’m living with you?”
“Hmm, well we already know about the drooling and snoring . . . ”
“I don’t usually do those things!”
“Do you have any bad habits? Do you leave wet towels all over the floor? Or dirty dishes in the sink? Do you stay up all night watching re-runs of reality dating shows.”
“No, I’m quite tidy and I’ve never watched any of those shows.”
“Thank God. That would have been a deal-breaker. We need to write that into the wedding vows.”
She just groaned. There was no discouraging him. But she had to grin because it was nice that he was so into her. So convinced this would work.
“Think about it. Seriously. I don’t know if I could sleep with you in that apartment alone.”
“I’ve lived there for awhile and Ink put in a security system.”
“Still not enough. I’d probably end up in my truck out in the parking lot, watching you. Then someone would call the cops on me. I’d end up in jail. You don’t wan
t that, do you?”
“When did you become so good at manipulation?”
He shrugged. “It’s a gift.”
With a sigh, she ran her hand over her face. Her head was thumping, her energy levels were low. It was like she’d been running on adrenaline and fear for weeks and now . . . she was crashing.
“Really, it makes sense on all sides. It will be cheaper, more convenient, and will save the family lawyers from getting called up at two in the morning to get me out of jail.”
“You sure that you checked the credentials of the doctor who decided you weren’t insane?”
He let out a bark of laughter. “I’m sure. It will be better for the environment too.”
He turned up a street. There weren’t many houses out here. There were a lot of trees to give each property privacy.
“Uh-huh, and how do you figure that?”
“Because I won’t be using a lot of gas going back and forth from my place and yours every time you call me.”
“I wouldn’t call that often.”
“Yeah, you would,” he said in a firm voice. “You’d call when your car made a funny noise, or when you had cramps and needed chocolate and cuddles, or when you had a nightmare, or heard a strange noise or just got lonely. You’d call me any of those times.”
“I can take care of myself.”
“Now you don’t have to. You have me. I want to do all that stuff, take all those worries.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re mine.”
He turned into a driveway with an enormous concrete fence and wrought iron gates with the letters CM woven into the iron rails. Then he spun around to face her while the gates started opening.
She stared back at him, her breath coming faster. Did he really mean all that? Could it actually be what he wanted? She licked her lips. “And what would I do in return? For you?”
He studied her with narrowed eyes. “You think I want you to give me something?”
“In my experience, nothing is for free. People always want something in return.”
“Fair enough, I do want something in return.”
She braced herself.
“I want you to be honest with me.” She waited for the rest, but he didn’t say anything more.
“That’s it?” That couldn’t be it.
“Yep. I want you to promise not to lie. To tell me what you need. To open up. If you think about it, what I’m asking from you is much harder.”